The streets of Herion were bustling, vendors calling out their wares, priests chanting near shrines, and children running between stalls with laughter that echoed off the stone walls.
Keres walked alongside the princess, her eyes scanning the lively scene like a hawk, while Nekyria skipped happily, turning her head left and right in pure wonder.
"Princess," Keres said with deadly seriousness, "look carefully. This city is full of humans who have things you can take. Do you see anything you like?"
Nekyria placed a finger against her lips, her eyes darting about until they stopped on a small vendor tucked between two larger stalls.
An old woman stood behind the counter, smiling gently as she arranged neatly baked pastries, golden cakes stacked high with honey glistening under the sunlight.
Nekyria's eyes sparkled instantly, and she pointed.
"That one! I want some of those cakes!"
